Calling all sisters, calling all fathers!
Calling all teachers, calling all martyrs!
Calling all Hip Hop scholars and farmers!
Time for the armour; not yes, Your Honor!
This is Krist Parker, I come around like Karma!
Comma, this ain’t romance; its drama!
Semi­colon, see what I’m holdin’; never stolen,
I get it going, forever golden; see what I’m holdin?
The H­LAW! See I’m about to make more!
I travel round the world; chill out by the lake shore.
If you ain’t got peace, what you make the cake for?
It’s a piece of cake! Let’s unite and take more!
Haven’t you seen enough of the hate and fake wars?
Cops keepin’ they guns but wanna take yours.
Listen! It’s the first Hip Hop philosopher.
I wasn’t born here, I was born in Hip Hoppia!